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My Top 25 Movies of the Decade: Michael Atkinson

Editor’s note: This week, along with our major decade-in-review package (stay tuned), we’ll be posting our senior writers lists, paragraphs and assorted commentaries on their decade at the movies.

What the Oh-Oh’s were about: the autumnal rise of Michael Haneke, the whimsical torque of the “new indie” McSweeny’s-epoch auteur (Kaufman, Anderson, Anderson, Jonze, et al.), the dominance of East Asian meta-minimalism, and the stone-cold fact that cinema comes down to a handful of repeat-offender artists with passion and wisdom, not a billion dollars of digital wonkwork. Call me a monkeywrencher, but by this point if a virus ran amok worldwide and ate every CGI monster, robot, tidal wave and superhero on every hard drive, I wouldn’t be bummed.